Now that a decent interval has passed since we sent the Lovely and Talented Casey off to college, only to return in middle May (...and how much does it suck to have to leave Hawaii to come home for summer vacation?), we've been making some changes at Rancho TBogg converting what was once referred to as Casey's Room (also known as Please Don't Make Me Go In There) into The Spare Bedroom. Since it apparently is impossible to stop with only one room, we've got workmen coming in all of this next week for a new floor and painting and Jeebus knows what else since I have intentionally kept myself out of the loop. This is the industrious and paint-swatch-bearing mrs tbogg 's (seen at left) project.
All of this is to say that blogging will be at a minimum if at all for the next few days because I have to take the network down until further notice. No internet? Oh noes... how will we survive? Needless to say, I'll jump in from somewhere if it turns out that, say, Jonah Goldberg plagiarized his book from some old Cracked magazines or something like that.
In the meantime feel free to use the comments to discuss the virtues of the Mac, the loathsomeness of Ralph Nader, why can't Charlotte Allen be more like a man, and who is worse: The White Stripes or Nickelback?
We already know the White Stripes are more annoying. That's a given...
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Macs taste great, even though they are coincidentally less filling.
Good luck with the renovations.
Our last project started with the workerguy literally killing the stove, followed by 5 weeks of cooking breakfast on a backpacking stove in the garage.
“…the next few days”. Mr. Bogg, you crack me up. Home improvement projects never end. Ever. When I had a small addition slapped onto my home, the contractor told me he would be in and out in 3 weeks. At 9 months it was close enough that I could finally call it complete. Of course, this begat several other projects that will keep my home in the hands of others for years.
Good times.
my brother bought a home in 1976 and started right away on the remodeling. it’s still on-going. two of his boys went into the building trades just for the relief of seeing a job completed!
Ah, yes. The kid finally goes out into the world and Mom and Dad begin the remodel. When our last kid finally moved on we started the major changes and the architect (a young woman) said, “Jeeze. You guys remind me of my parents — I didn’t even have my car all the way out of the driveway when my mom had moved all her sewing stuff into MY room!”
That was 17 years ago, and we’ve never really finished tweaking this and that and just generally celebrating the freedom of being empty nesters. It’s soooooo much fun.
Oh, and Macs rule!
And this, among other reasons, is why I rent.
Referring to the alicublog link, Nickelback, because they are gooey and sentimental. My Mom is not really into things like “Eat, Pray, Love” either. Her preferred junk is spy thrillers.
I also have the words “Field of Dreams” for Charlotte Allen. Perhaps she would like to buy a bridge if she thinks women were the target audience for that movie.
“Spare room?” I gather that the L&T Casey hasn’t broken it to you yet that college grads are now moving back in until they’re thirty or so…best to get her input on the plans, so you don’t have to rip it all out and start over after she graduates.
We went through this a few years ago, although it stayed limited to the sprog’s ex-room in our case. Yes, it’s best to let the Mrs. take charge.
As for the network outage, my network is a single box - cable mode w/built in wireless router - so it’s relatively easy to take down and set up in a new location should construction require that. And thus, I don’t have to go through extended periods witout getting my internets jones satisfied.
White Stripes more annoying than Nickelback? Seriously?
Name me one other band that has milked one subject as much as those no-talent douchenozzles have. Oh noes!! The lead singer’s daddy was mean!!
We get it. In fact, we got it after the first six songs about it.
Now. Get. The. Fuck. Over. It. And. Move. On.
Maybe they can learn at least two more chords while they’re at it.
“next few days”?
This is going to be good.
A tip from an old contractor. If you have a worker whose tool apron is spotless clean, then you need to know you’re not getting your moneys worth. Tell her to get dirty or get gone!
Missus Tbogg is lookin’ all perky there.
I employed a plumber that was highly recommended by my brother-in-law to do some work in the kitchen. He did some work, then said he would be back the following week to finish the job. Six weeks later….. I fired the jackass, yelled at my bro-in-law, and am mad as hell. A lot happened in between day one and week six, but you don’t even wanna hear it.
Good luck with the renovations, tbogg.
I highly recommend you subscribe to “Angie’s List” before you hire contractors.
The kid finally goes out into the world and Mom and Dad begin the remodel.
I grew up in the “very hot in the summer” San Gabriel Valley in a house that was built in 1939. My parents conveniently waited until all three kids moved out before installing central air conditioning. I’m still bitter about that.
Spare bedroom? Shouldn’t it be a media room? What kind of man are you?
I highly recommend you subscribe to “Angie’s List” before you hire contractors.
The picture suggests that the options on craigslist are far more compelling. Gotta love a contractor that uses safety words instead of safety goggles.
In the White Stripes defense (and, man, is it hard to write that…) they do have at least one good song…
UnderUdder ConstructionNice set, Mrs T!
…the channel locks…
There should be some safeguards in place to insure that the little bastard doesn’t walk through the paint tray on his way to bed.
You ARE going to have Thursday Basset Blogging, AREN’T you?
Nice blog you have here, Mr. TBogg. Shame if something happened to it…and it will if you deprive my two Bassets of your boys!
I’ve read many horror stories about kids who went off to college and came home (or, came back to what they thought was home) to find out that, with no warning, the ‘rents had sold all their stuff at a yard sale and turned their room into a den or whatever. You and Mrs. TBogg would never do that to the L & T Casey, right? RIGHT???
Anyway, you’d better be back in the saddle soon, I’m having withdrawal symptoms.